Home again would feel better if it weren’t so cold in here. The fire tries hard but the house has been cold so long it’s forgotten how to be warm. Alas for lost ease and luxury; still, adaptation happens and it won’t take long before this cabin warms to the fact that it’s a home. Back to reality, whatever that is.

It’s a big fat farce, this day to day decision-making thing, having to figure out what my next step should be. Why isn’t it obvious? My mind is daunted by decisions. I wish for grease for my skids. Momentum!

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